Sex with a Ghost 1&2

An overwhelming feeling of accomplishment and inner peace overtook me as I stared out of the giant church window pondering how I got here; from hungry looking to fine-looking, from poor to rich, from troubled to a prophet and from a sinner to a Man of the Cloth.

The image of that first day I arrived here confused and scared came rushing through me. I gently ran my fingers up to the smooth material of my black suit to my neck belt and felt the rubber just to be sure I wasn't dreaming. It is really hard to believe I'm now a pastor.

Five years under the mentor of Pastor Vivian, I grew up to be a pain under the tooth of the Devil. No demon, evil spirit is too big or too powerful. Different manners of testimonies stroll to church every Sunday and so did big envelop of tithes and offerings. The Lord has since used me for mind-blowing miracles, inspiring messages and special deliverance. Christ through me has brought people back from the land of the dead. He blessed me beyond my wildest dreams; with cars and a beautiful house, while I hoped on the lord for a wife.

My thoughts went out to Aunt Uka. I was grateful to her for bringing me to Lagos. Who knows what happened to their marriage? I puzzled. Did Aunt Uka ever catch her husband? Did he know of the affair between her and Khalid? Are they still together? It will take the special grace of God to keep them together.

"Pastor Alex!" an angelic voice pulled me back to reality.

"Yes…" I turned behind to find Sister Stella smiling at me, her classic shaped upper lip squeezed slightly at one corner of her mouth in a perfect grin. She had a mobile phone raised a bit above her shoulders.

"Call from a family member for you" she handed me the phone.

"Thanks" I took it from her. "Do you know which particular family member?"

Waving her head left to right, she said a low tone "No idea who".

Placing the phone against my chest, with a sincere smile, I complimented her "Stella, I love your gown and that Jesus smile…"

A blush quickly stained her cheeks and shyly, she responded "Thanks, Man of God".

I watched her cat-walked away, thinking to myself, who could be calling? I have not heard from any family member apart from my mother for over three years now. Well, I need to answer the phone to find out. I slowly brought it to my right ear and said in a hushed tone.

"Hello"

"Nna, it is your Aunt" a soft female voice sobbed. It wasn't hard for me to recognize who was on the other end of the phone; but why is she calling me? How did she even get my phone number? I went through a great length to keep my identity hidden from her and her husband. This can't be good. I reasoned.

"Nna, are you still there?" the voice asked.

"Yes, please, who is this?" I asked pretending not to know.

"It is your big Aunt, Uka"

"Oh, Aunt Uka... How are you and the family?"

"Nna, we are not fine oh" she lingered. I heard her sobbing softly into the phone.

Her boohooing touched the coil of my soul and I was forced to ask what the problem was?

"My… my marriage is falling apart. Philip lost his job. Nono is sick".

"What is wrong with her?" I asked in a curious husky voice.

"How do you mean seeing people that are not there?"

"Sometimes, she will refuse to eat, saying a little girl is asking her not to eat…"

I felt simmering anger in my spirit, "That's a demon" I rebuked her. "An evil spirit in the form of a child"

"Yes… that's why I went through this entire problem to get your phone number" she paused. I could feel the pain in her every word as she went on. "Nna, I'm begging in the name of God. Please come and conduct deliverance for us. I know we don't deserve any form of kindness from you after what we did but just look at Nono your sister…"

"Common, Aunt. Don't be like that. You are still family"

"Yes…" she responded

I interrupted. "In fact, I was thinking about you people and how I owe everything I am right now to you and Uncle Philip. If there is anyone that should be asking for forgiveness, it should be me" I assured her.

"So you are coming?" she inquired amidst a burst of joy.

"Yes, on Friday evening with a team of prayer warriors"

"Thanks, Nna! Thanks and may God bless you greatly" her voice trembled in excitement.

"Bless you too Ma".